A/N from A.C.: … Hah. This is just… naughty. Can I say that? Hahah. Sai's not really… on top here. He's more… in the middle. Hehehe.

Warnings from A.C.: Luxord/Saix, Axel/Saix/Luxord, strip poker

"Oh, fuck no! I am not taking off my boxers, Luxord!"

Axel chuckled demonically; he was still clad in a black tank-top and his black jeans, "You joined the game, and clearly lost, Sai. Now take those suckers off!" He gave a loud, over-exaggerated wolf whistle.

Luxord leaned back in his seat, cards in hand, with only his boots missing. He propped his feet up on the table, despite the looks from his fellow Organization members. "Axel is correct, Number VII."

"Once again: no!"

The redhead rolled his eyes, "Come on, Sai. Once you take 'em off you're free to leave."

"Am I really?" The blunette asked, arching a brow.

Luxord held a hand up before the redhead could speak, "We'll see about that."

Saix growled deeply, "I am not doing this…"

Axel frowned, "You lost, Sai. This is your punishment for losing. We were playing strip poker, after all!"

"Yeah," Luxord added, "Jus' pretend we're not here. Pretend yer doin' this fer th'Superior."

The Berserker snarled and glared at the Brit, "Shut your fucking mouth if you know what is good for you, Number X."

"Aye, now that ain't very nice."

"I never said I was nice."

Axel stood up from his seat and put his hands on his hips, "Lux, ready?"

The Gambler of Fate chuckled and stood up as well, "Indeed, I am, Axe."

Saix looked from the redhead to the blond and back again, "Ready for what..?"

The pyromaniac gripped the blunette by the arms and pulled him to his feet. He pushed the Berserker against the wall, so his chest was pressed against Saix's bare back. Number VII let out a little whimper at the feeling of the cold white-wash wall against his chest. He looked over his shoulder at the man behind him that was currently holding his arms behind his back.

Axel sent the Berserker a smirk, "Hey, Sai… You know ya still gotta take off your boxers, right?"

A 'feeling' of dread washed over the Diviner, "No, I do not!"

Luxord walked over the two and hooked his two index fingers between fabric and the pale skin of Number VII. "A little too late ta be sayin' that, Sai." He gave a sly smile and yanked the Berserker's boxers to around his thighs.

"Luxord!"

Axel pushed the blunette harder into the wall to cease his struggling. "Calm down, Sai. We'll show you a good time. Promise."

A blush made its way onto Saix's cheeks, "W- Will you, now?"

Nipping at the tip of the Berserker's pointed ear, Axel nearly purred, "Of course we will."

The blunette's ears twitched slightly, reacting to the sharp bite and to the other voice in the room. Luxord crooned, "Move aside, Axel. You've already had him."

The redhead rolled his eyes, "So that means I don't get anymore?"

Saix looked at the two over his shoulder and let out a soft whimper, "Please… Luxord… Axel… It… It hurts…"

Luxord smirked and turned Saix around, pushing his back against the wall, "Let me help, then…"

The Berserker's eyes widened as the Gambler dropped to his knees in front of him. He leaned his head back and moaned loudly as a wet heat enveloped his cock. His hips surged forward, forcing more of his cock between those luscious lips and into that blinding heat. "Ooooh, GAIA!"

Saix had to admit it; he had forgotten what it felt like to have this done to him. Arching his back, the Berserker weaved his hands into short blond hair and he thrust up into the suckling mouth that was around him. Once a rather loud moan passed his lips, Saix felt another pair of lips press over his and a soft tongue move into his mouth.

His golden eyes finally fell closed, allowing himself to collapse into the pleasure. His tongue did a naughty dance with Axel's as he felt himself quickly nearing his release. He turned his head away from the redhead and let out a low moan. "Oh, so close…"

Axel let a wide grin spread along his features; he trailed a hand down the Berserker's spine and slipped a finger into his entrance. Saix moaned loudly, thrusting his hips forward into Luxord's mouth, then back against Axel's hand. White hot sparks flashed in the blunette's vision as the redhead pressed against a certain spot deep within him.

"A- Axel! L- Luxord!" Saix cried out loudly as he came, noticing somewhere in his fogged mind that the Gambler of Fate was swallowing every drop he released.